Okay, chapter one of my first multi-chapter fic. :) I hope you guys enjoy it. Please feel free to leave comments or suggestions. I would really like to know what you all think.

I don't know any of these characters.

Chapter I, What is Justice?

What the hell happened?

That sentence sprinted through Jason's head over and over as he sat up in bed. Why was it that after what he did last night, he could hear the calming melody of the pigeons as they took rest on the railing of his bedroom window. Singing the song that not only awoke Jason from his sleep, but alarmed the sun to leave its slumber.

Not only did everything around him seem a little lighter, but there was something off about his bed. It was cramped, and that was because he was sharing the bed with someone else. He watched the gentle rise of his partner's chest. Not a female partner, not one that he would use for the night only to throw away the next morning. But an acrobat, Dick Grayson. Jason was sharing the bed with his older brother.

Deep down, Jason knew what happened, and it had been happening for months. Jason just did not want to think about it. But he should have seen it coming, he should have left as soon as he noticed Dick making advances on him, but...

It was nice having someone to care about – and having someone care about you in return.

Jason was not ready to give up on that feeling, and so sitting on his bed he pondered about the events that led up to the very moment.

What is the true definition of justice?

It was a question that often rotated through Jason's mind.

He had just shot and killed an entire gang of drug dealers, each with a single head shot. He piled one body on top of the other. The metallic sent of blood filled the hair, and the aroma was almost erotic to the Red Hood. According to him, this was justice. These people probably destroyed someone's life. They've probably raped, stolen, and killed even. This was justice.

While staring at the mess he created, he noticed a shadow sway behind him. He was sure the building was empty, and he had just disposed of all that had inhabited it. Another shot of adrenaline crashed through Jason's veins as he twisted around. He was anticipating to see Batman glaring down at him, but instead to his surprise, it was Nightwing.

"What do you want Dickie-bird?" Jason growled and crossed his arms.

"I came here to deal with them." Dick nodded to the pile of flesh that Red Hood had built up. "But you beat me here."

It had been a good day for Jason, and seeing Dick there just ruined it all. Not in the mood to face off with Nightwing, Jason pivoted around and began to walk off.

"Red Hood, we're not done here." Dick took a few steps forward in pursuit of Jason. "Hey, wait – you can't just leave!"

"Watch me." Jason dared and jolted off running, as soon as he took his first step he heard Nightwing quickly begin chasing after him.

Knowing that the situation was going to end in a confrontation, Jason twisted around and began shooting at Nightwing. He had to stop the acrobat, and knew the best way to do so was going to have aim for –

Red Hood halted as soon as his bullet collided with Nightwing's right foot. Dick tripped and fell into the concrete. His right cheek was scrapped and the blood from his foot began to ooze out. He tried to reach for his foot, when he felt a hand tug hard on his hair and a gun pointed at his face.

"Jay..." Dick breathed. "Why did you..."

"You can't run now."

Dick bit down on his lip, and Red Hood could tell he was trying to think of a plan to escape. In fact, he was sure Dick already had a plan if something like this ever happened, but it was like he did not want to go through with whatever he had in mind. Jason knew that because Dick could not run did not mean that he was incapable of fighting back. The acrobat's arms were just as deadly as Jason's guns.

"Afraid to fight back?" Jason pulled on Dick's hair tighter and began lowing his gun.

"No I was just thinking -"

"Think about this!" Jason bashed Dick's head into the concrete hard enough to knock him out. Once he was sure Nightwing was unconsious he lifted Dick over his shoulder thinking, Bruce can't hurt me, not if I have one of his sons hostage...

Dick's eyes fluttered open a few hours after the sun rose. There was dry blood on his face. His right foot ached. His ankles and wrists were chained so tightly they were bleeding. The smell of coffee became overwhelming in the dusty two bedroom apartment that was not his. For a moment he had no idea where he was, but after seeing a familiar face step into the room, he realized where he was.

"Rise and shine, Dickie-bird." Jason reached over to the coffee pot and began pouring himself someone of the liquid energy. "Did my big brother enjoy our little sleep over?"

"Yes." Dick answered sarcastically. "I had a lovely time."

"I'll pour this hot coffee on you're face if you don't lose the shitty attitude." threatened Jason.

"What do you want?" Dick finally asked.

"Simple, to do what I want without Bruce coming after me." Jason revealed. "He can't hurt me if I have you hostage here."

Dick did not respond. Instead he bit down on his lip, thinking. This was kind of part of his plan. He just wanted to convince Jason to come back to the family, talk to him, but no. He ended up being captured and getting shot in the foot.

"Jaybird, um...I'm sorry." Dick apologized.

Jason knelt down in front of Dick, staring him in the eyes. Dick's eyes were so very blue, Jason remembered seeing that color blue only once before. It was the color of the sky when he tried stealing the tires from Bruce's car – the first time he met the man that was Batman.

"What are you trying to do?" Jason sighed, scraping some of the blood off Dick's face with his finger.

"I just want you to be back with us." Dick admitted.

"No." Jason answered rather quickly.

What a stupid question to ask, of course he was not going to go back. Jason stepped over Dick and began to unchain him.

"What are you -" Dick began, confused at the Red Hood's actions.

"Go." Jason stated. "Just go, I don't want to deal with your bull."

Dick stared up Jason, he had the psychotic look in his eyes. That wild stare that made Dick feel uncomfortable, even after he was beginning to feel the blood circulation return in his hands and feet.

"Jason, but -" the Red Hood wrapped each hand around Dick's arms and pulled him up into a standing position.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment." Jason demanded.

"But you're the one that brought me here!" Dick protested.

"What the hell do you want, Dick?" Jason punched Dick across the face.

Th acrobat tried to keep his balance but his foot would not hold him up, and he ended up falling back onto the wooden floor.

"I already told you!" Dick exclaimed frustrated and his younger brother's stubbornness.

"And I don't want to go back." Jason tossed Dick back his mask, which landed on his feet. "Now I want you to go. I don't care if you gotta crawl on your ass out of here, but when I come back out from my room I expect you to be gone."

Dick reached out for his mask and watched as Jason slowly walk into his room as he had said. He was not going to have a problem getting out of the apartment with only one leg, but a part of him wanted to stay there and wait until Jason came back out. The feeling of being defeated was not something that Dick enjoyed, but then again he did not want to his brother to be anymore upset with him.